Topsy-Turvy

The world is topsy-turvy

And from what I can observe,

There’s so much that can unnerve me;

Every pitch thrown is a curve.

 

So much time I spend conversing

Focuses on things adverse.

In despair I keep submersing

And it just keeps getting worse.

 

Yet today, the sun is shining

And I’m feeling fit and fine,

So I’ll take a break from whining

And I’ll stick to the benign.

 

There is music, there is reading;

There are pathways to proceed

And if hope is what I’m needing,

I can find some, guaranteed.